A/N: So I'm glad to see everyone liked the previous chapter. Thank you to everyone who is reviewing my story after every chapter. I'm having so much fun reading them.

Take Care and remember, this still hasn't been beta'd. Though I have updated this chapter too.

Disclaimer, since its been a while since I posted one: I do own anything pertaining to the HP universe. I only write this for fun, for free, and cause I need an outlet for my perviness. Lol

Chapter 8

He attacked her several times that night, each time a bit more intense than the last. As they lay recovering from the latest encounter, she shifted closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder, surprising him once again. He hadn't ever had a woman want to cuddle with him after sex, and he wasn't sure how he felt about her doing it either. But not having the energy to argue about it, he left it alone for now.

She was panting, needing air, but she spoke anyway. "Wow."

He smirked, feeling more than a bit of pride at her statement. "Told you it would last more than three minutes."

She froze. She remembered saying that in her dream, but did I say it tonight? She tried to remember, but her brain was too full of mush from her orgasms to really recall. She had to have said it tonight. How else would he have known about it? She relaxed against him again figuring she did say it and just didn't remember.

He felt her freeze and mentally cursed. He knew he was recalling her statement from her dreams with him. He sighed in relief when she relaxed again, hoping she didn't figure out that she hadn't said it again tonight.

She sat up on her elbow, looking down at him and making him realize she would be able to see all of his scars. So far he had kept them both too busy for her to really look at him yet. He reached for his wand and dimmed the lights even more so she couldn't make them out. She frowned at him, but didn't comment about the lights.

"So Professor, how exactly is this going to work?" She asked with a coy smile.

He raised an eyebrow at her. "Well, for one thing, I'm not your professor any longer. When we are alone you may call me by my name. Second, Hermione..." She smiled at his use of her name, liking how he said it. "I think we will just have to play it by ear. Not everything has to be carefully mapped out. Though we may want to use a bit of discretion right now."

When she frowned and narrowed her eyes he sighed. "I only mean that some of the other staff may not take it well that we are now sleeping together. It might start a problem and get them wondering how long it had been going on, and some might think that we started this much sooner than we should have." He still didn't like to explain himself, but he felt she deserved an explanation on this one thing.

She thought it over before nodding. "Okay then. Though, they can't accuse you of favoritism since you are usually harder on Gryffindor students than any other."

He smirked, thinking of all the times he had let her off easy these last few months. Let her get away with things he normally would have nailed other students on. She obviously had no idea about it either. "Be that as it may, lets keep this between you and I for the time being."

She nodded and stretched, the silk sheets molding to her as she moved. His eyes on her lovely body as she did so, feeling a twitch down south. He couldn't believe he was wanting her again so soon. He didn't think he even had the energy it would take to shag her again. But it would certainly be worth the exhaustion later if he did take her once more.

She sat up completely, letting the black silk sheet pool at her waist, not the least bit concerned over her nakedness. He envied her that. Her body was beautiful and perfect. No blemishes, no scars like he had covering his chest, back, and legs. Some so deep they weren't just a faint line, but an ugly puckered mess.

She smiled over at him. "Its too bad I wont be in your class any longer." When he frowned and raised an eyebrow at her, her smile grew. "Think of the fun we could have if I purposely got detention in your class."

He laughed at her, making her pause since she didn't think she ever heard a genuine laugh from him before. "But then we would not be able to have too much fun since I would again be your professor. The rules are very clear. No dating or sleeping with our students."

She smirked at him. "Oh well. I could still pretend I'm in detention and come to your class anyway. I'm sure you could find something for me do for a few hours."

His eyes started to heat at the different thoughts of what he could do to her while in his class. "I'm sure I could indeed."

She laughed and threw back the covers, standing up and stretching again. He frowned at her. "Where are you going?" He asked.

She smiled at him. "I'm going to take a shower. Care to join me?"

He hesitated. Hating that he couldn't hide his scared body from her and hating that he cared so much about it. He couldn't hide their ugliness in the bathroom. The lights were too bright. She would get suspicious if he kept dimming the lights.

She saw his hesitation and didn't understand. Then she knew, it just clicked in her suddenly. She cursed her slow brain sometimes for not thinking as fast as it needed to some times. She knelt on the bed again. Cupping his cheek and seeing the surprise in his eyes at her tenderness. Just a shag or not, she was still who she was, and who she was couldn't stand seeing others suffer.

"Severus, I know about your scars." He pulled away, but she caught his face again in her hands. "I wont turn from away you if that's what you're worried about."

He did jerk away this time, his eyes full of anger. "I'm not worried. I don't need your pity either."

Her own eyes filled with anger. "I'm not giving you pity. It's called caring and understanding."

He gave a harsh laugh, grabbing his black silk boxers and pulling them on. Reaching for his robe too, wanting to hide his hideous body from her. He could put a glamor over his dark mark, but he couldn't hide his scars. There were too many of them.

"It's your silly Gryffindor nature is what it is. You don't have to take on the underdog in everything, Hermione. You don't have to lie to me either. I know what I am and I'm okay with it." He wasn't but she didn't have to know that.

She glared at him for several minutes. "My silly Gryffindor nature is what makes me who I am. If you don't like who I am, then why am I even here? Why would you want me if you don't like me?"

He forced a shrug. "Have you looked in a mirror?" He asked, hating the words that came out of his mouth but needing something to stop her from pitying him.

She gasped, feeling like he had just slapped her. That I all I am to him? A body? A vessel? Sure she didn't want a relationship, but she just didn't hop into bed with a guy that didn't at least like her. Or maybe she had done just that.

She looked at him silently. Kicking herself mentally for not understanding sooner that a warm and willing body was all she was. She raised her chin, and climbed off the bed as he took a step back before he stopped and stood his ground. But it was the stepping back that made her pause. Why would he back away from me?

She cocked her head and looked at him. He was staring at her, his eyes full of anger, his usual sneer in place, but there was something else in his eyes. She saw a sliver of fear and shame in his eyes. She swallowed, her brain racing for away to stop this battle and come to a solution.

"You know I have looked in a mirror, and I know what I see everyday. I don't know why you would think me looking in a mirror would explain anything to me. You've seen me naked so you have to know it too. I'm not perfect by any means."

When his eyes grew wide in shock at her statement she went on. "I'm too curvy. My boobs are too big, my hips are too round, my skin isn't that soft, my hair is always a mess, my eyes are uneven, my lips too wide, and my nose is a bit crooked. What is there to like?" She didn't believe all of this, but he didn't know that.

His mouth parted in shock more at each new feature she pointed out that she hated. He didn't know what she was talking about either. "Are you insane? You're gorgeous." The words out before he could stop them.

She gave him a soft smile. "Well, at least someone thinks so. My point is no one likes what they look like. You shouldn't be ashamed of your scars, you earned them. They're not some flaw in you. It shows how courageous you really are. You took the punishment from a sick and twisted individual and instead of turning on us to save yourself, you took every slice, every ounce of pain and bared it. I personally am ashamed I didn't even up with more visible scars. Maybe if I had done more to help during the war I would have." Her eyes dropping to the floor as own demons filtered in before she shook them away and met his eyes again.

He frowned at her, not understanding why she was telling him all of this, but he did feel a bit bad for saying that he only wanted her body. If he only wanted a body, he could have found a willing one on more than one occasion. Sure he liked her body, but he liked her mind, and her spirit. It was the whole package he hadn't been able to resist.

He did something that he couldn't remember ever having done before. "I'm sorry." The words so rare that Hermione couldn't help the surprise at hearing them from showing, before he went on. "I shouldn't have implied it was just how you looked."

Shaking away her shock, she instead gave him a smile and walked over to him, seeing the suspicion starting to form in his eyes once again as she did so. "So are you going to take a shower with me or not? I could use someone to help me wash my back."

He stared down at her, his black eyes piercing hers. She didn't know he peeked into her thoughts, and only saw that she did want him to join her. She didn't want to humiliate him, instead she wanted...what he saw made his body start to heat. What she wanted was very naughty indeed. He wasn't sure they'd end up clean at all with what exactly she had in mind.

Giving her more faith than he ever had anyone else before, he flicked his wand and brought the lights to their full brightness. He reached for the belt of his robe when she stopped him with her hand on his, making him frown. Did she change her mind? He wondered, his eyes narrowing a tad.

She looked up at him. "I have to warn you, if you do let me see all of you, you can't get angry if I show sympathy for what was done to you. It's who I am, and its not pity. Its sadness that any human being had to go through the pain I know you did. It's anger too that a sick and twisted bastard could be so cruel to do that to anyone."

He saw the truth of her words in her eyes and believed her when she said it wasn't pity. He braced himself and dropped his robe. His chest a mess of discolored lines and slices. She gasped at what she saw, her eyes filling with tears. She wasn't upset by fresh marks from her nails on his skin, it was the old ones that upset her. He gritted his teeth against the need to yell and rage at her. To cover up and kick her out.

She saw the scars on his neck from the attack from Nagini. They were so long and jagged, that she didn't know how he survived such a brutal attack, but she was glad he did.

She reached out a tentative hand and made him turn with her hands on his shoulders. Seeing that his back was worse made her gasp again. Not from seeing the evidence of her passion, the long claw marks she had left behind there too. It was the horrible pain he had suffered in the past.

These were not just thin slashes. Some of these criss-crossed like from a whip, and a few were puckered circles. The circles looking like he had been stabbed with a hot poker or something. Some were small and thin, others long and wide, like whole strips of flesh had been ripped off.

He stood there gritting his teeth harder, waiting for her to run in disgust. He was surprised when he felt her wrap her arms around his waist and press kisses to some of the more ugly ones. He didn't know how to respond to it. He wasn't used to gentleness or tenderness directed at him.

She held him for a moment, expecting him to snap at her or worse. Then, when he didn't, she turned him gently and slipped her arms around his neck. Seeing his confusion in his eyes, made her heart ache for him. She leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips.

He felt something ease inside him, he wasn't sure what it was though. Not knowing what else to do, he held her as she continued to kiss him delicately, her tongue gliding against his own, just as gently. Her hands caressing each discolored mark she could reach, as she placed kisses on his neck where he had been attacked too.

He realized she was accepting him, accepting his ugliness and showing him that she wasn't turning from him. That he didn't disgust her. He pulled her lips back to his and deepened the kiss, his relief so great, it renewed his passion for her.

He picked her up and carried her into the shower. If she wanted to take one with him, then he would take one with her. He still didn't think they would end up very clean, but at his point he didn't care. He hadn't ever showered with a woman before, so he figured this might be an enlightening experience for him.

Setting her on her feet, he turned on the spray and after it was warm enough they both stepped inside. His arms pulled her against him as his mouth found hers again. His hands sliding down her body, still marveling at her words at how she wasn't perfect. If she wasn't perfect, then he didn't know what perfect was then. He didn't need perfect if it wasn't her.

When she pulled her lips from his, she smiled at him and went about washing herself. He watched her hands glide over her body and found it oddly erotic to see. He had never thought that seeing anyone get clean was sexy before. But then again, it could have something to do with the fact that her hands were moving slowly over her skin. Or the fact that she was paying extra attention to her breast. Or the fact that she was watching him closely as she slid her soapy hands all around herself, a smile still flirting about her lips.

What he found even more erotic was after she rinsed the soap from herself, she reached out and started to wash him. Again, her hands were slow, more caressing, than actually washing. She slid her hands down his toned abdomen, and he sucked in a sharp breath when her hands closed around him.

Her eyes on his as her hands were sliding up and down his length, her grip firm, but not abusing. Her hands glided around to cup his sack, her fingers dancing all around them as well.

She pulled him under the spray so the water would rinse the soap away, before with a sexy and mischievous grin, she slid down to her knees to wash his legs. When she leaned forward and took him into her mouth, he hissed out a breath, while his hands fisted in her hair as she moved her mouth over him again and again.

His breaths coming out in sharp pants, as her tongue glided over him even as she continued drawing him in and out of her mouth, her hands cupping his buttocks as she moved. His gasps exciting her more than she had expected, since she had never done this before, though she had fully read about it. Read all about how to properly do it and how to give the most pleasure while doing it.

Not sure if he could take much more, he pulled her up roughly. Slamming her against the wall, she squeaked in shock as he wrapped her legs around his hips and buried himself in her. She gasped at his length and girth again, but at least there wasn't any pain this time.

He didn't give her a chance to adjust like before, instead he just pounded into her. His thrusts hard and deep as she moaned and held on. Her position not allowing her much room to shift or maneuver with him.

He reached a hand down and found her between her folds, the combination of his pounding thrusts and his fingers sending her over the edge as she screamed out her release. Her nails digging in once again, but he didn't even care. All he knew was that he needed to keep up his strokes, he needed to find his release, and he needed to hear her scream again. He wanted her to have as much pleasure as she was giving him.

He increased his pace, the water washing over his back as he moved, and her back slapping the wall with each thrust. He knew she would end up with a few bruises and made a mental note to make a salve for it. As her moans picked up again with each hard grind of his hips against her, he felt the beginnings of his own release.

His mouth latching onto her neck and sucking on it like he found she liked in their dreams, he felt her clamp down on him as she screamed his name again. The force of her orgasm making him find his own release. He slammed into a final time as he exploded inside her, a growl in his throat as the intense pleasure bathed him. Locking his now rubbery legs so he wouldn't drop her, he leaned against her as the wall now held them both up.

Both were panting, though he felt her shaking just a bit. Concerned he hurt her, but still not able to speak yet, he held her just a bit tighter. It took him a few moments to find his voice. "Are you alright?" He asked, his silky voice sending a shiver down her, which made him twitch inside her.

She nodded. "Yes, I'm okay. Just a bit tired now."

He smiled against her hair. "Do you think you can stand?" Willing to hold her until she was, not even realizing that this was another new thing for him. He didn't even really think about it, he just did it.

At her nod, he pulled out of her and slowly let her legs slide down until they touched the floor of the shower. He continued to hold her until she seemed steady, then reluctantly pulled away. He watched as she let the water pour over her, rinsing the residue of their passion away.

When she was clean, she gave him a quick kiss and stepped from the shower. Calling for her wand and saying a drying spell. He smirked, after his own final rinse under the water, he stepped out after turning off the water, his feet barely touching the floor as she shot him with a drying spell too.

He took her hand, another first for him really, he didn't hold hands, and led her back into the bedroom. He handed her one of his robes, which swallowed her until he whipped out his wand and used a spell to shrink it to fit her. Pulling a robe on himself too.

She gave him a small smile in thanks and walked into his main living room. He followed and saw her stop and glance at his book collection. She walked over the shelf holding his multitude of books and started to look at all the titles again. He saw her look of excitement over a few.

With another uncharacteristic twist he spoke. "I wouldn't mind if you wanted to read one or two of them. Of course I would ask that they stay here while you read them. I would hate for one to get lost or ruined by accident while you were in your remaining classes."

Her surprised look made him frown, realizing what he had just said. When he shrugged, she grinned at him. "I believe I can live with reading them here. Though it could mean I would here a bit more than you might want me to be."

He gave a great sigh, hoping it showed his annoyance at the thought. "I guess I'll have to live it." Though the thought of her being here on a regular basis was kind of nice. He grabbed the book he had been reading lately, going to sit down on his long couch.

She bit her cheek to keep from laughing. He must not realize that he didn't look all that put out at the thought her around more. "I'd appreciate the tolerance. If I'm in the way or here to much just tell me. I won't be offended." She carefully slid out one of the books. Running her fingers over the title gently before she stood up.

He had expected her to sit on the opposite side of the couch or in one of the chairs in his room, but she didn't. She sat down on the floor between his legs and leaned back against him. He frowned down at her head, not understanding why she'd sit on the floor. So he asked.

She grinned at him. "If I get too comfortable, I might fall asleep. Besides, I'm used to sitting on the floor. I always do it in my common room since the couch in usually taken. Plus, it makes doing homework easier when sitting on floor and using the coffee table."

She opened the book and started reading. Excited that she even was able to see an actually copy, let alone be allowed read it. She was happily engrossed in her book, so she missed seeing him staring at her perplexed. He still didn't understand why she was sitting against him though. I have plenty of floor space, why is she leaning against me?

He watched her for a bit, watching as she shifted and leaned a bit more against him, totally caught up in what she was reading. He had read that book and knew why he had been excited, but it wasn't a normal topic so he didn't understand her excitement over it. It wasn't anything they studied here at school.

She rested her hand against his bare leg, her fingers stroking the skin, tracing the raised scars absently. He realized she wasn't even aware of what she was doing. Her touching him like that was just some weird quirk of hers. He tried to focus on his own book, but kept getting distracted by her. She would move, or sigh, or even make an odd humming noise. He was surprised all the noise and movement didn't really bother him.

Eventually he was able to read, even with all the things she did. Almost as if he got use to them. Hearing her yawn after awhile he glanced at the clock, surprised to see it was almost three in the morning. He saw her sit up and stretch, before she stood and placed the book back in its place carefully.

She walked into his bedroom and came back out a few minutes later dressed. He hadn't given much thought to if she would stay or not, but seeing her dressed meant she was intending on leaving.

She glanced at him and saw him looking back at her so she smiled softly. "I figure the only way to keep this discrete would be to go back to my dorm room. Otherwise someone will eventually notice I'm not there."

He stood up, knowing he would have to unward the doors for her. He flicked his wand and removed the one on his private quarters. Walking with her past his office and into the classroom. She picked up her things from the table she had sat them on several hours ago, and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. Saying she would try to find time to stop by again soon.

With a flick of his wrist the wards on the dungeon doors were removed. She gave him a small wave before disappearing out the door. He stood there for a long time staring at the closed door. Worried that the things he had been concerned about earlier, thinking he needed to be careful with her, might just be a bit too late to stop. She might just have found a place inside him already. He wasn't happy about it either, but he didn't know how to stop it.